I thought they were pine cones, too, but

... Well, gee, of course they’re sheep.

I’m minding my own business, you know, s l e e p i n g , when *poingk!* I’m suddenly wide awake at 3 am.

With thoughts of sheep.

Blind.
Contour.
Sheep.

I’m blinking, in the dark, “Go back to sleeeeep. Sleeep! SleeeeEEEp! SheeeeEEEp!”

[sigh]

This is your fault, you know, ahem, Jane. Power of suggestion and all.
Wait? What's that? Amidst the gleeful laughter, I hear you chirping that at least I got an early start to the day... Right?

Okay, I'm going to take a nap... While I'm doing that, amuse yourself with more blind contour creatures

[sigh]